mickleham church and an enigmatic niche in the churchyard wall

revisiting the red tree on reigate hill

now ...

and in august 2005 ...

just passing through ... clapham road

apropos of nuffink

from the putney debates to the william morris museum

we woz reading this article in the guardian ... most kids no longer have to learn about history so this could be essential reading for anyone who knows nothing of the history of socialism and democracy in england ...

http://arts.guardian.co.uk/art/heritage/story/0,,2199577,00.html

... and it led us across london to the william morris museum at walthamstow

which is stuffed with art by morris and his many famous associates .... beautiful furniture, fantastic fabrics, paintings, stained glass, printed wallpapers, printed pamphlets, and much material pertinent to their design and manufacture,

there is also a stunning collection of paintings and etchings by frank brangwyn, who once worked in morris's employment as a draughtsman

it is a bit of a trek to an unattractive part of london but i'm so glad we went




















and just for good measure ... here's a likeness of oliver cromwell from the V&A

i like this kind of roofscape ... weatherboarding at putney bridge and at walthamstow central

to the british museum

bart simpson ?

dawn at the putney bridge bus stop

pensive lions in the fulham road

waiting for the concert to begin at the V&A

somewhat ostentatious ... norwegian wood at the V&A

the south downs behind brighton

on the beach at climping

candle light, twilight, my favourite mug, and a souvenir cava cork from a fabulous meal behind a very ordinary bar in asturias

admiralty arch and admiralty house at sunset

gas lights ( and others ) in the mall

electric lights in the mall

looking north from waterloo place towards piccadilly circus

photo by persons unknown of my sister v at work

woods in surrey

Maybe It's Because I Ain't A Londoner ...

…that I have yet to integrate fully with the Shed Enders.

When, O when will I begin to sound like a native ?

I try & I try.

“Gor blimey, love a duck, … my incipient nocturnal hyper-active attention-deficit disorder ain’t ‘arf givin me gyp”.

a sunny day at tate britain

i first heard this in 1982 ... at the dug out in bristol

truly terrible french tv ...

charming song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ydk8pU8BbNM&mode=related&search=

rye bread with apricots & a banana

dawdling on the way home from the bus stop

W. H. Davies
Leisure

WHAT is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,

And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

my other companion